Silent conversations

The summer is gone, last rays warm my skin
Autumn’s equinox hums with summer’s solstice –
Light caught in stone,
And something lost.

Memories of conversations still whisper
Under the blanket of silence.
Words swirl in my mind like leaves on the wind.
If you could be here – what would you say?

Would you tell me your dreams, your struggles, your fears?
What you had for dinner, who you love, who you admire?
Could we be silly, laugh and make jokes?
Share little glimpses into our lives, into our hearts?

Alas, the silence is needed.
Though the conversation is going on –
Unheard, unseen, undetected by others:
It hums alive still between us.